This prolonged period of mourning I am enduring is teaching me many things, one of which is the unintended cruelty of others.
My dear bride passed away four months ago from a savage form of cancer. I miss Kathy Anne every waking minute of every day. Yes, I have written a lot about that already and I don’t mean to belabor the point, as my grief is getting easier to manage.
What is maddening, though, in the extreme are the phone calls and text messages that keep coming at me from those interested in buying my property in Princeton, Texas.
It’s a modest, but nice home. I am making payments each month, just as we did when we purchased it in early 2019.
OK, I know what’s going on. I had to file some paperwork with the Collin County Clerk’s Office, in its probate department. It’s public record. The word has made its way to the real estate buzzards circling overhead. They want to make me a “cash offer” on the house.
I tell them all essentially same thing. I might hang up on them or tell them, simply, “I am not selling. Goodbye.”
On occasion I might ask the caller, “What prompts you to make this call? Does it have anything to do with my wife’s passing?”
They hang up.
It’s no surprise to anyone, I am sure, that losing a beloved spouse is new to me. I have not traveled down this road before. My sadness is tough to shake, even without the assortment of messages and “outreach” from those seeking to do business with me.
They likely won’t read this blog, but this forum does give me a chance to vent my frustration during this still-difficult time in my life.
So … I just did. Thanks for hearing me out.